Watchtower Review: Bears vs. Lions

Reviewing the Watchtower after wins is always fun; reviewing The Watchtower after THIS win is going to be especially delicious. Let’s look at what we came up with for the Bears offense:

I project the Bears to score 20-23 points, passing for 5.75–6.25 YpA, and rushing for 4.85–5.15 YpC. I have high confidence in this projection.

If there’s anything we learned from the dirty cheating Vikings, it’s that crowd noise can give a huge advantage to a pass rush. The Bears have struggled to protect Cutler this year, allowing 15 sacks—more than any other team except the Rams. As I wrote for Bleacher Report, the Lions have played much, much better at home than on the road in 2011, and if that trend continues the Bears won’t score anywhere near this many. Unless Forte rolls for 200 yards again, I don’t see a situation where the Bears score significantly more than 23 points on the Lions.

What the Bears actually did was score 13 points, pass for 6.55 YpA, and run for 4.88 YpC. Jay Cutler—who, as I said in Three Cups Deep, was phenomenal—was a little be better at moving the ball than I’d projected, but the Lions held Forte’s effectiveness to the bottom end of my expectations.

The crowd noise and pass rush did the trick, preventing the Bears from converting 371 yards of offense into any more than 13 points. The “Mitigating/Aggravating Factors” paragraph explained that I saw 23 as a hard cap, but if everything broke the Lions’ way, 20 was far above the floor. Commenter Imperical Evidence was bold enough to predict the Bears wouldn’t top 14, and I doff my cap to him.

Besides the ridiculous amount of penalties on both sides, which slowed the pace of the game to a crawl, the Bears managed to string together a lot of long drives. The time of possession favored Chicago by a nearly two-to-one margin. Forte and Cutler kept magically converting third downs—but the defensive backs kept all the Bears well in front of them. Fleeing the relentless front four, into the smothering horde of the back seven, Chicago’s offense was trapped. Slate’s Tom Scocca said it best:

Cutler had crossed over into the same waking nightmare state that Donovan McNabb was in during Super Bowl XXXIX, as the Eagles offense dawdled away any hopes of a comeback. Cutler's intentions no longer had anything to do with winning, or even scoring—his world had shrunk down to the space between finding the next dumpoff receiver and getting clobbered by the Lions again. Checkdown, crawl to his feet, checkdown once more. That was the only thing he could do, so he did it.

The Lions’ offense fared a little better against Chicago’s defense.

If we leave schematic interplay out of it, we’d expect the Lions to score quite a bit more than their season average on the year, throw a little better than usual, and have a nice game running the ball. However, if we apply what might be the most tried-and-true schematic effect I’ve ever identified, the scoring should be less high because of turnovers, but the passing and running games should have banner days.

Therefore, I project the Lions to score 33-36 points, while passing for 8.50—9.00 YpA, and rushing for 3.50—4.00 YpC. I have high confidence in this projection.

The Lions only scored 24 points, though they did pass for 8.43 YpA. Of course, Jahvid Best’s ridiculous night ballooned the rushing average to 9.05 YpC. On a night the Lions were moving the ball quite well, they beat themselves when trying to convert those yards into points.

Matthew Stafford killed the Lions chances to reclaim the lead before halftime with an interception that was entirely his fault. In the fourth quarter, a Willie Young sack ultimately forced the Bears to punt from their own 4. Stefan Logan got the ball to the Bears’ 44, but Keiland Williams got called for a block in the back on the return. On the ensuing 3rd-and-4, a Dominic Raiola penalty negated a brilliant Jahvid Best 14-yard reception, and the Lions had to punt away a great scoring opportunity.

The Lions also took their foot off the gas late in the fourth. Throughout the game, the Bears had shown a “cover one” look with safety Brandon Meriweather playing deep centerfield, with press man coverage on every Lions target. It looked like this:

Meriweather is off-frame, playing that deep deep centerfield. The Bears showed this look several times throughout the game, and the Lions consistently fed it to Megatron. It’s true: if Johnson is single covered, it’s automatically going to him. In fact, Stafford took his only sack of the game on this play waiting for Johnson to get open. He stared Johnson down, reared back to throw, then felt heat and pulled it back down. Israel Idonije had pushed Cherilus back with a bullrush, and Stafford didn’t feel Johnson was open enough to let fly.

Once inside four minutes, though, the Lions went from hitting Johnson every time the Bears showed this look to running every time the Bears showed this look. They were indisputably trying to put it in the cooler. Now, they chewed two full minutes off the clock and made it a two-possession game at the end, but the opportunity for more points was there.

On the whole, the defense did an amazing job of containing the Bears offense on a day when Cutler did no wrong. The offense missed some opportunities, but made the plays the opponent couldn’t make. In the end, it was clear who the better team was—and as the stats projected, the better team won.

Next week might be a different story.

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Lions vs. Jets: A Visual Miscellany

Here are some more cool pictures from the game on Sunday that I didn’t work into the Three Cups Deep.

Walking to the stadium.  Here’s where I initially spotted the tremendous XXXXXXXXXXL Germane Crowell home authentic . . . but check my man over on the right.  Is that a Kelvin Pritchett away replica tucked into belted Wranglers?  With a Lions hardhat?  Awesome.  Moving on from the “vintage” rack, we have a couple nice selections from the “so fresh and so clean” department:

That Stafford away authentic looks gorgeous.  The Suh home authentic looks . . . forgeous.  Look at the number patches . . . not quite right (compare the “9” in the Suh to the “9” in the Stafford).  Also, the sleeves are straight-cut, not banded like authentics.  Honestly, I didn’t spot this until afterwards, though—the Chinese knock-off stuff is getting better and better.

Megatron away authentic.  Honolulu Blue on white just looks so good.  Excellent choice, sir.

“No pictures, please.”  Note the knitted Lion hat.

My son handing his first Lions ticket to his first Lions ticket-taker to enter Ford Field to see his first Lions game.  Sniffle.  Ticket-taker, please don’t sue me for likeness rights.  TIA.

To quote a wise and learned scholar (Xzibit), “This is what happens when determination meets a broke-assed motherf****er.”  Only a matter of time before my man turns that “3” into a “4” and that “SMITH” into a “BEST.”  Oh, and check out David Sloan at the front of the line!  He was Dallas Clark before it was cool to be Dallas Clark, supposing Peyton Manning were Scott Mitchell and Dallas Clark had knees made of Velcro.

Indoor fireworks!  Excellent.  I think this was Stafford’s introduction but I’m not positive.

Somehow I set “blur” to “ON” at some point, but here’s my little boy watching the Jets fans congregate, post-game.  This part was hard.  Note his little Lion tail, drooping.

Like I said . . . this part was hard.

It’s cool, though, because we got in the line to run onto the field and score a touchdown.  the looooooooooong line.

Okay, this is terrible.  This kid is wearing a “wolverinehead,” like a cheesehead, except it’s a wolverine snout.  Dad is wearing a U of M cap.  That would all be fine, I guess, except little dude is rocking a LaDanian Tomlinson Chargers jersey.  Look, neither the Michigan Wolverines, nor the San Diego Chargers, were playing in that game.  LaDanian Tomlinson was in the game, but playing against the team they came to root for.  I was so grumped out by this compound attire foul, the out-of-place Zetterberg didn’t even faze me.

Tough to see, but that sign says “I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT NEW YORK,” with  ‘No Smoking Sign’ circles with lines through them drawn around every major New York City sports franchise’s logo.  I was so impressed with the craftsmanship, and the seething hatred, I almost took it home.

He hit the Ford Field turf running.

They gave every kid a miniball, and then lined ‘em up on the 30-yard line.  They ran ‘em in batches of howevermany.  Chaos.

After scoring his touchdown, he looked up at the goalposts, reared back, and threw his miniball over the crossbar . . . and over my head.  It bounced off the rail on top of the wall—inches from actually going in the stands.

“Dad, I told you they were gonna let me on the field.  I told you I was gonna need my cleats.”  I get a certain perverse joy out of being a Stupid Old Dad.

On the way out, a major jersey win: a little dude rocking a Vanden Bosch home.  I did not see much jersey love for KVB, but that kid brought it.  Well done.

. . . and good night Lions everywhere.

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